Not that she had much to say... but he hadn’t asked for a specific length.
She could just jot something down and call it a day.
And if nothing came to mind, she could always fall back on a list of herbs good for Sinhui’s condition.
She offered it the way someone might hand over a bone to stop a dog from barking—and just like that, Sinyeong’s expression softened, the corners of his lips curling upward.
Hwayeong blinked.
He looked... genuinely happy.
She was only going to scribble something half-hearted, but Sinyeong looked as if he’d just received the best news of his life.
He smiled like a child, bright and unguarded, and that alone made her feel a pang of guilt.
‘I feel like I just scammed a kid,’ she thought, averting her eyes and rubbing the back of her neck.
Then, in a voice that had suddenly gone warm and gentle, he asked,
“Then... same place tomorrow night?”
“Sorry? Oh—yes....”
He really had gotten used to sneaking out at night. But Hwayeong nodded anyway.
